December 2010
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“After Goethe” by Robert Hass
In all the mountains, Stillness; In the treetops Not a breath of wind. The birds are silent in the woods. Just wait: soon enough You will be quiet too.
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To become acquainted with oneself is a terrible shock. It’s hard admitting that...
– Carl Jung
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“Lament” by Rainer Maria Rilke
To whom, heart, would you lament? Ever more avoided your path struggles through incomprehensible humankind. The more in vain perhaps since it holds to the course, holds to the course toward the future, toward the lost. Once before. You lamented? What was it? A fallen berry of jubilation, unripe. But now my tree of jubilation breaks, my slow jubilation...
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What I believe is so magnificent, so glorious, that it is beyond finite...
– Madeleine L’Engle (via Rachel Held Evans)
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Mary wasn’t crazy. She was carrying the hope of the world inside her; she...
– Julie Clawson (Source)
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And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you...
– Haruki Murakami (Kafka on the Shore) (via glamobsessed) (via yeahharukimurakami, luvandluxe-deactivated20100820)
toynbeeconvector asked: Thank you so much for your poem and the notes that followed. I hope you don't mind if I reblog. :) Thank you for reminding me of how precious our actions are. You've single-handedly made my year complete.
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“A Ritual to Read to Each Other”
If you don’t know the kind of person I am and I don’t know the kind of person you are a pattern that others made may prevail in the world and following the wrong god home we may miss our star.
For there is many a small betrayal in the mind, a shrug that lets the fragile sequence break sending with shouts the horrible errors of childhood storming out to play...
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Part I of “The Waste Land” by T. S. Eliot
I. The Burial of the Dead
April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers. Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee With a shower of rain; we...
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God’s love is incomprehensible and unchangeable. For it was not after we were...
– St. Augustine, John’s Gospel cx. 6 (via wesleyhill)
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The truth is there are a million steps, and we don’t even know what the steps...
– Donald Miller, from his book Searching for God Knows What
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You cannot know that which is most beautiful in yourself unless you are willing...
– Dan Allender
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Hope is as near as the nearest work of art, the closest conversation, the person...
– David Dark, from The Sacredness of Questioning Everything
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You are looking for ways to meet Jesus. You are trying to meet him not only in...
– Henri Nouwen, from The Inner Voice of Love
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“Portrait of a Lady” by T. S. Eliot
Thou hast committed— Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead.
The Jew of Malta.
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Among the smoke and fog of a December afternoon You have the scene arrange itself—as it will seem to do— With “I have saved this afternoon for you”; And four wax candles in the darkened room, Four rings of light upon the...
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The problem with fundamentalism is that it can’t adapt to change. When you count...
– Rachel Held Evans, from her excellent book Evolving in Monkey Town
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God knows our situation; He will not judge us as if we had no difficulties to...
– C. S. Lewis
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“I Am Much Too Alone in This World, Yet Not Alone” by Rainer Maria Rilke I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone enough to truly consecrate the hour. I am much too small in this world, yet not small enough to be to you just object and thing, dark and smart. I want my free will and want it accompanying the path which leads to action; and want during times that beg...
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Don’t ask yourself what the world needs. Ask yourself what makes you come alive,...
– Howard Thurman
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Life on Death Row →
This is a link to an excellent article by Jennifer Fulwiler about the freedom she found through faith.
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